Cathardincu Surprisingly incoherent and boring

Kailansorac Clever, believable, and super fun to watch. It totally has replay value.

Hulkeasexo it is the rare 'crazy' movie that actually has something to say.

Robert Joyner The plot isn't so bad, but the pace of storytelling is too slow which makes people bored. Certain moments are so obvious and unnecessary for the main plot. I would've fast-forwarded those moments if it was an online streaming. The ending looks like implying a sequel, not sure if this movie will get one

a_chinn I've never seen a Lifetime Chanel film before, but I've heard them mocked as poorly made thrillers typical featuring women in peril. That pretty much sums "Fatal Defense." I'd set a series recording on my DVR to record anything that Sherilyn Fenn is in and this made-for-cable film showed up, so I gave it a watch. Fenn wasn't the main character. That would be a pretty blond haired single mom, Ashley Scott ("Into the Blue" and "Jericho"), who signs up for a self defense class and is charmed by the handsome instructor. But guess what? He's a psycho and goal all Fatal Attraction on her. Fenn has a supporting role as a police detective trying to help Scott. Ridiculous dialogue, poorly constructed suspense, laughable action sequences, and general incredulity abound. One star for Fenn and Scott, who are better than this dreck.

edwagreen One may be justified in saying that the story spirals out of control. Nonetheless, we have a spine-tingling thriller here with a woman, a victim of a home invasion with her child in the house, signs up for a self-defense course.Obviously, she gets much more than she ever expected with the hard-nose instructor-even some romance at the beginning until the latter shows his true colors.The guy has committed previous murders and actually thinks that he is helping in his instructions with the macabre that descends upon our woman in question.Apparently, we see that she learned her lessons too well as we see by film's end.There are plenty of plot twists along the way with the fiend discovering who has been committing all the burglaries in the neighborhood and forcing him to plant drugs in the woman's house when she protests to the police about his extremely rough methods.

i_am_here What were the producers of this extended music video thinking? The not particularly good music was incessantly oppressive from start to finish; 86 minutes of continuous acoustic assault. For the first time that I can recollect, I was actually looking forward to the commercial breaks, as they provided some much needed respite.It wasn't even background noise, and while it never quite overwhelmed the actors' delivery of their respective lines, it was certainly a significant distraction. Then again, given the poor quality of the script, and indeed the entire screenplay, maybe this was deliberate.The only redeeming quality, it makes one appreciate the beauty of silence.

mgconlan-1 The first of Lifetime's "premiere" movies April 1 was one of the worst things I've ever seen on the network! Judging from the title, "Fatal Defense," I was expecting a story in which a woman defense attorney gets a man acquitted of a terrible crime, then realizes he's actually guilty and tries to nail him for something else, while of course he finds out and tries to kill her. No such luck: instead it was a story of a woman, Arden Walsh (Ashley Scott), terrorized by — get this: her martial-arts instructor. Arden is living in a nice suburban home and raising her eight-year-old daughter Emma (Sophie Guest) as a single parent — dad bailed on them for reasons that are never quite explained beyond that he liked to argue and she didn't (he was an attorney and after they broke up he married another lawyer, so Arden jokes that now he gets to argue all the time) — when a burglar in a ski mask breaks into her home when both she and the daughter are there. The burglar brandishes the sort of knife you'd use to cut fish open and take their guts out prior to cooking them, and threatens Arden with it — and Arden hears her sick daughter (she has a cold) asking for a glass of water and tells the burglar she'd better get the girl some water before she gets suspicious. Amazingly, director John Murlowski and writer Steven Palmer Peterson expect us to believe that a) the burglar buys this and lets Arden out of his sight, and b) once out of the burglar's direct control Arden does absolutely nothing (like call the police on her cell phone — this is 2017, after all, so she undoubtedly has one) to get help, while c) the daughter notices nothing wrong until the burglar leaves and Emma finds her mom strapped to a chair with duct tape.Thinking she's actually giving Arden good advice, her sister Gwen (Laurie Fortier) advises her to take a self-defense class, and the instructor turns out to be a muscular hunk named Logan Chase (David Cade). Well, any veteran Lifetime watcher knows what that means: just about every reasonably attractive male in a Lifetime movie turns out to be a black-hearted psycho villain, and Logan is no exception. He runs his class with a visceral intensity and a line of verbal abuse a military drill sergeant might have regarded as too extreme, though instead of picking on Arden he seems to be taking a shine to her and we wonder if he's going to form a demented crush on her. Only the first time they're making eyes at each other and she seems willing to have sex with him, instead of responding as any normal straight male would he grabs her, turns her around and ties her hands behind her back, explaining later that the point of him doing this is to teach her never to let her guard down, no matter how safe she may feel. Later he actually ties her up, kidnaps her and throws her in the trunk of his car, then challenges her to figure out how to escape. Naturally on this one she does complain to the police, but the woman detective investigating the case says that because she signed a release form agreeing to be subjected to his "extreme" training methods, she really doesn't have a case against him — at least not one the authorities would be willing to prosecute. It goes on pretty much like that, with writer Peterson deploying one tired old Lifetime plot device after another to stretch out the running time to two hours. "Fatal Defense" was such a perfect assembly of Lifetime's most risible clichés it achieves a sort of demented perfection on its own, though it's so mind-numbingly predictable and so ineptly written and stage the likely reaction it's going to elicit from anyone is, "Why the hell am I watching this?"